“For Richer . . .”
When the going gets tough, these ladies get going
Who needs a sugar daddy who can’t bring home the bacon anymore? Apparently not the ladies of a new blog called Dating a Banker Anonymous.
While many Americans sweat out mortgage payments and worry that they won’t have enough money left to feed and clothe their children, these entitled b-words moan about cooking their own dinners (the horror!), skipping Botox appointments (and worries give you wrinkles!), and not being able to buy a new pair of Jimmy Choos. All because their banker boyfriends are either facing unemployment or paycuts.
One woman complained, “To be honest, I’m only with my BF because I just don’t have the heart to change my Facebook status from ‘in a relationship’ to ‘I ain’t saying I’m a gold digger, but I ain’t messin’ with no broke banker.'” Nice! Here’s hoping he dumps you first.
Some more choice nuggets from the site:
Suddenly, I found myself being taken out less and less frequently. A recent argument went along these lines:
Me *pouting*: You haven’t taken me on a trip since we went to Bermuda in September. What’s going on?
Charles: Honey, finances are tight right now so my wife has taken it upon herself to check up on all of our accounts. She will notice any big expenditures.
Me *cute voice*: Wellllllllllllll, what are you going to do to make it up to me?
Charles: Can we talk later sweetheart? I’m really busy right now.
Me: No. Give me an answer NOW. Don’t you realize what you have? I’m way too hot to be treated like this. (Disclaimer: Yes, I come across as bratty here, but it typically works when trying to get something out of him).
… Both the family and my private credit card are cut in half, and I’m switching from having my facials and massages in my earthy, yoga-and-wine serving downtown spa to a midtown been-in-business-forever place with ladies in cubbies wearing pink jackets and lots of make-up giving facials only.
Lest you think these inane embarrassments to womanhood (and indeed, their blog is declared a feminist-free zone) are a hoax, they’ve actually formed a support group! They get together every week or so, sip overpriced cocktails and complain about “problems” most of us would’ve never even thought of, encouraging women to join, “if your monthly Bergdorf’s allowance has been halved and bottle service has all but disappeared from your life.”
That these women need someone to bring them a bottle just proves what big babies they are. And, naturally, they’ve already gotten a book deal.